Let me describe how I was my freshman year. I always had a mad look on my face. I walked very fast. I didn't swing my arms when I walked. I never talked to anyone, except for a friend in my art class. I sat alone every lunch period. I was very skinny.
What will people think if I come back without a mad look on my face? On top of that, walking slowly? On top of that, swinging my arms? On top of that, talking to people? On top of that, a layer of muscle, a tan, a facial, and a shave?
What the hell am I supposed to say if people ask me why I'm talking or why I don't look mad or why I swing my arms or why I walk fast? Say I just changed somehow? But then they will question me why I didn't talk or why I looked mad or why I didn't swing my arms or why I walked fast.
I can't even masturbate without porn cause thinking about girls from my high school reminds me of all the mistakes I've made. I learn from my mistakes, yet I never seem to forgive myself for doing them.
What will people think if I come back without a mad look on my face? On top of that, walking slowly? On top of that, swinging my arms? On top of that, talking to people? On top of that, a layer of muscle, a tan, a facial, and a shave?
What the hell am I supposed to say if people ask me why I'm talking or why I don't look mad or why I swing my arms or why I walk fast? Say I just changed somehow? But then they will question me why I didn't talk or why I looked mad or why I didn't swing my arms or why I walked fast.
I can't even masturbate without porn cause thinking about girls from my high school reminds me of all the mistakes I've made. I learn from my mistakes, yet I never seem to forgive myself for doing them.
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